I'm Not Dead

Just busy. Started the new job. Blah. Blah to work, blah to everything. I just want to go to Seattle and Teetz and I can be totally gay and hold hands and skip down the street. He already agreed to it.

Talked to Ken for-ev-er last night. He's in Minneapolis with his kids at a wrestling camp. Good talk, he usually manages to have the right things to say. Basically told me who I needed to hang out with more, who was a big waste of space, and who I needed to cut out completely. Ha ha.

I am increasingly angry with OD. One of the newest managers sucks. Not just at her job but at life. She's mean and condescending - not in the funny way like I am - and is totally drunk on power. I might just walk out in protest tomorrow. But Shelly, Josh, Jordan, Aaron and Jason are all working, so it won't be as horrible as if it was with people I couldn't stand.

So recently I started talking to an ex from way back in the day, we're talking five years ago ex. Not anything like, 'hey let's get back together at all' more so as 'wow, it's been forever.' The only problem is, his wife is INSANE. The mere fact that I exist has sent her straight off the edge. It doesn't help that his mom used to brag about me all the time in front of her. That part amused me. But we've spoken maybe twice in the past week and a half, which was the most we'd spoken at all in the last FIVE YEARS, and she is still completely jealous and insane. And I am so much cuter. Ha ha.

That's about it. My life is boring. I work and sleep. Fight Night is on Saturday but I don't know if I am going to go. I don't want to deal with it, but I miss hanging out with Tim. We haven't had an Entourage or Dexter marathon in weeks, June 3rd to be exact. Plus, I think we need to mosey on over to Buzzard Billy's again, I love that place.

Bedtime, I am exhausted. Peace out, mother fuckers.